Feline Urges · Y/n story by @exculdedowl

The first thing was the sound. A wet, ragged breath that wasn't hers. Then the cold. Concrete, maybe, pressed against her cheek, and the sharp bite of something metallic—blood, her own—filling her nose.

Allison Argent

lowers her bow, breathing hard, eyes wide as she takes in the body on the floor and then the girl Oh my God. Scott—Scott, she's bleeding. She's bleeding bad.

A second set of footsteps, heavier, skidding to a stop. Scott dropped to his knees beside his sister, hands hovering over her, not sure where to touch first. His face was pale, his jaw tight.

Scott McCall

Y/n. Y/n, hey. his voice cracks Can you hear me? Look at me, please—

A third presence. Derek stepped out of the shadows near the far wall, his expression unreadable, his eyes fixed on the wound at her throat. He said nothing for a long moment.

Derek Hale

quietly, flat That's a bite. Not a scratch.

Isaac Lahey

from the doorway, voice low Is she bit?

Allison Argent

sharply She's not turning. That thing's not a werewolf. It's something else. It's—

Derek Hale

Doesn't matter what it is. She's losing blood. Scott. Scott. Look at me.